"You are too conceited. This time I will let you remember. Next time you hunt me down, you'd better mobilize all the strength of your clan, because none of you know how many helpers I have at any given time."
Tang Yan's left eye closed slightly, then suddenly opened.
There was a crash, the sound of cold chains sounded between heaven and earth, the wind howled, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and a dark and huge gate to hell gradually became clear behind Tang Yan until his true form appeared.
It seemed to come across space, bringing endless darkness and coldness, and quickly enveloped dozens of miles of barren mountains. The gloomy wind blew up bursts of dust and mist, and endless ghosts floated faintly in the darkness.
Seeing the two forbidden areas for the first time, they were all shocked.
The Peacock Saint King looked at it with great interest, this is the gate of hell!
"Come out! Leave me a ghost master, I want to try killing ghosts!" Tai Wu was eager to try.
"Hey, leave us a ghost master too." The Yin-Yang tribe and the sea beasts are also gearing up. They have fought people and defeated demons, but they have not killed ghosts yet.
Today's trip should be worthwhile. Not only can I witness Tang Yan's fall, but I can also experience a different kind of battle.
But……
After waiting for a long time, the ghost door creaked open, and the first person to walk out was not the ghost owner.
But...
"Hey? Isn't this Marshal Qingyun? Haha, the peacock is here too? Are you here to greet me Ma Long today? That's so polite. Did you bring any gifts?" With an evil sneer, King Ma was the first to go.
Stepping out of the gate of hell, crunching and twisting his neck, the Holy Power of Perfection suddenly bloomed, shaking the ghost energy in the sky.
"Marlon?!"
"Why are you back?"
Everyone was shocked, their faces were all filled with excitement, and even Uncle Qingyun's breath was severely suppressed.
Great Perfection, the ruler of the common people below the emperor, has a unique and unparalleled aura.
The Peacock Saint King frowned slightly, Ma Long actually followed?
But why is there no hint in the information?
On the imperial battlefield, Tang Yan fought to the death with blood and narrowly won in the end, but allowed his powerful enemy to escape. If Ma Long had accompanied Tang Yan, there would have been no need for Tang Yan to take action at that time, and the blood demon would not have been allowed to escape.
Could it be that the second batch has already arrived! It seems that Mo Yansheng is really going to work hard for Tang Yan to the end. With continuous transportation regardless of life and death, won't there be a third batch in the future? A fourth batch!
"You are allowed to come back, why can't I come back?" Ma Long not only walked out, but also carried a bloody man, who was Taishu Chunyu.
She was disheveled, covered in blood, and was dying.
After Ma Yanwang came out, the three parties finally understood what Tang Yan meant by "You never know how many assistants I have with me" and how heavy it was, because... one after another, they walked out.
Ten saints.
Niya, Matthews, Zhao Zimo, Three-legged Toad, Dong Qingniu, and the four holy realm ghost masters Ren Tianzong, Rakshasa, Minglong and Judge, and Jin Lao.
Two special grave owners, the Lord of Fierce Room and Yueying, are hidden in the hell world for emergencies.
The Pure Yang Realm Masters and others all stepped forward and stood beside the Hell team.
Tang Yan's lineup jumped to twenty-one, surpassing the enemy's three saints.
This time, the atmosphere on the scene changed again and again until it reached freezing point.
Uncle Qingyun and others look ugly. How can there be so many saints hidden in the hell world?
With these majestic forces gathered together, aren't they afraid of bursting the hell world?
Tai Wu and others looked even more ugly. How could we fight like this? How could we get rid of Tang Yan? This kid had more than a dozen saints with him? Do you want to be so exaggerated?
If we want to kill him in the future, wouldn’t the whole clan have to mobilize?!
Bang bang bang. The Peacock Saint King clapped his hands and applauded: "Beautiful, beautiful, worthy of the fire of hell, to be able to create such a heaven-defying secret skill. Tang Yan, Tang Yan, I have allowed you to grow up to now, I am afraid that all forces
Biggest mistake."
"Thanks for the compliment, it's funny." Tang Yan responded with a smile, and the team behind him immediately moved away as he waved.
The four Holy Lords of Hammerfell, together with Dong Qingniu, Matthews, Zhao Zimo and Niya, all faced off against the Pangu team.
The Pure Yang Realm faced off against the Yin Yang Tribe team, and the Hell Troops faced off against the Sea Beast Troops.
"Chunyu! Did you send the information?" Uncle Qingyun suddenly shouted coldly.
How could such important information be missed? At least some more sensitive tips.
Now it's better, not only can't we win Tang Yan, but we've also made ourselves very embarrassed.
"I...I..." Uncle Chunyu was dying, struggling to raise his head, but he had been tortured mercilessly for several days in a row, and now he had no strength to struggle. He could only curse in a low voice: "Where is your integrity? I put it down
We have invited people, why do you regret it?"
"Integrity? Are you Yin-Yang tribe worthy of talking about integrity? When the human race agreed to return together, you escaped on your own and destroyed the only passage. Are you worthy of talking about integrity?" King Ma Yama was furious and suddenly tore her hair and raised it in front of him.
, biting her throat, cracking, the throat bones shattered, and blood spurted out.
Just swallowing the blood in big mouthfuls in front of everyone,
The gurgling sound makes people's scalp numb and makes their whole body feel chilly.
Taishu Chunyu moaned in pain, but was unable to struggle. His eyes were wide open, desperate and frightened. He raised his hands tremblingly, trying to struggle and call for help.
"Ma Long, stop!" Everyone in the Yin Yang tribe was shocked and angry.
"Haha, it's refreshing. I haven't drank the holy blood for a long time." Ma Long threw away his uncle Chunyu, his mouth was full of blood, and his already evil aura became more ferocious, even everyone in the Pure Yang Realm frowned frequently.
Taishu Chunyu fell to the ruins on the ground, weakly covering his broken throat, looking at the Yin and Yang tribe's team in the distance, begging desperately.
Ma Yanwang glanced at Chunyu: "In order to survive, I betrayed the tribe and led you into a trap. This is the first crime. Being self-righteous and trying to frame us is the second crime. Death is not a pity, I will take care of her for you."
"Ma Long! You devil!" A saint from the Yin and Yang tribe roared with grief and anger. He was a close friend of Taishu Chunyu, but today he watched her suffer such a misfortune. He was filled with sadness and rage.
"Haha, devil? I would rather be a devil than a bastard!" Ma Long raised his arms and pointed angrily at the Yin Yang tribe.
"Let's go! We'll deal with him another day!" Taishu Qingyun ordered decisively. There is no way to fight today, and there will be no results if we continue to struggle.
"Let's go? Where's your IQ? Who told you to go!" Tang Yan twisted his neck and moved his limbs: "Uncle Qingyun, right? You are the pinnacle martial saint of the older generation, giving advice to the younger generation?"
"You want to challenge me?"
"What do you think?"
"Boy, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"How can young people say they are afraid? You should be adventurous when you are young. Otherwise, when you are old, you will become timid and have no blood." Tang Yan mocked.
Uncle Qingyun ignored his aggressive tactics and exchanged glances with Taiwu and the Peacock Saint King in turn.
They originally came here with a relaxed attitude, and they might even be able to make Tang Yan surrender without taking action, but they didn't expect that it would evolve to the extent it did now.
However, since Tang Yan wanted to start a war, they didn't mind much.
They are very confident in their combat effectiveness, so what if there are three more, it will not directly affect the battle situation.
The Peacock Saint King was the first to nod: "Marshal Qingyun, you can have fun with him. Today's battle will be regarded as a celebration of returning to Qitian Continent."
Although Ma Yan Wang was promoted to the Great Perfection, it was only a few years ago. She has been tens of thousands of years old and her control over the Great Perfection far exceeds that of the other party. She did not think that she could kill Ma Long easily, but she firmly believed that she could handle it easily.
Malone.
"Is there any need to hesitate? Fight!" Tang Yan directly issued a killing order.
"Hammerfall, please fight the Pangu clan!"
"Hell Ghost Clan, please fight!"
"Pure Yang Realm, please fight the Yin Yang Clan!"
Tang Yan's party all attacked the powerful enemy without hesitation, and their killing power was astonishing.
King Ma Yan even summoned the golden pestle stick, and hit the Phoenix Holy King with one stick.
The entire sky was in chaos, waves of light were like a sea, and dark clouds were surging. This was not just a battle between holy realms, but a battlefield for dozens of holy realms. At the moment of collision, cholera completely engulfed the place.
Roaring, boiling energy surged high in the sky like a stormy sea, destroying the barren mountains, forcing the tribesmen in the two forbidden areas to retreat one after another in shock. This momentum was too terrifying.
As for the other forces that followed quietly from the distance, they fled directly. The energy in the central area made them frightened, and they did not dare to look around, for fear that a residual power of energy would sweep over and wipe out their souls.
Uncle Qingyun raised his hand to invite Tang Yan to fight: "Master Tang, come on, let me see how extraordinary you are, and let me experience the power of heavenly fire."
As soon as he finished speaking, Taishu Qingyun raised his hands horizontally, with great energy, his clothes were flying, and his long hair was thrown up. His fingers were clasped tightly, his palms were upward, and he lifted up with great effort.
There was a rumble, the sky was in panic, and it was deafening.
The majestic energy surged and boiled like a river ocean, forming a giant Tai Chi Yin and Yang stone platform at its feet, spreading from its feet until it was as large as a thousand meters.
Uncle Qingyun struggled to lift it up. The stone platform became thicker and more solid, with strange and mysterious formations appearing on the surface, filled with terrifying power.
Soon after, the light tide dissipated, the roar stopped, and the Yin Yang Stone Platform stood between the sky and the earth.
It is thousands of meters large and dozens of meters thick, like a giant arena, but the runes on the stone platform are vivid, absorbing the majestic spiritual energy between heaven and earth, while the center of the Yin-Yang Formation is filled with strange energy.
, there seems to be some kind of troll trapped inside, bringing a strong atmosphere of danger to the mysterious Tai Chi array.
"Yin-Yang Arena, the promise of life and death, do you dare to challenge?!" Taishu Qingyun's temperament changed drastically, like the awakened God of War, showing a strange fighting power. He merged with the giant arena, and his Yin-Yang eyes were like
The two spiral nests rotated strangely, mirroring the yin and yang formation in the Tai Chi arena.